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 The Worsted Man VOICES (From without.) We re here to do it brown. MARIANNA (Fearsomely.) Hist! They are coming! Those fiends of the hills. BABETTE (Comfortingly. ) Tis only the humming Of unpaid bills! ARIA: IMPATIENCE Let us ask of the kindly* fates, Who guard us with friendly eye, That on what the prospectus states We may surely all rely: That a glass of this water cold, On this plainly printed plan, Will transform this worsted mould To a palpitating man. 22